Lorne the Reader Writes

Lorne S. Marr has left a new comment on your post "Funny, This":

Hehe, nice. Can't but love the beautiful Chinese alphabet. It really does look confusing to a person who's never been accounted with it. Nevertheless, it's a very interesting language. Check out my article on weird insurance if you want, funny also :)
Take care, Lorne

I know about this personally. My father had a coin collection that was older than I am. Unfortunately, he never cataloged anything, but when I wanted to do it for him in 2001, he had to tell me the story of very coin as I logged it. He had about five thousand coins. After five hours, I had 10 coins in an Excel program and through in the towel. After he started letting strangers stay with him, because of their hard luck stories, the coins mysteriously decrease in number.

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Just What I Did Not Need

Ron has been planning his annual State side vacation when I made it clear he was going to have to come to terms with sorting through our goodies in storage at my dad's in NJ. He added that leg to his itinerary. Since he is using frequent flier miles, it was basically a cheap option; surprisingly the deals of one way airfares were at bargain levels with United. Cedar Rapids, Iowa to Newark, NJ was only $137.00 with taxes and other trumped charges airlines have conjured up in the past few years. His concern about taking on this project was making decisions about what to keep and what to shed. When we packed up, we thought we were going to be gone for a year, not eight. Nestled in packing materials are appliances to fit a gourmet kitchen. It seemed logical that a year of sitting around would energize them when called to duty yet again; however, has eight years made them lazy to the point of not wanting to serve their purposes at all? Regardless, it is pointless to ship them to Hungary with different prongs, different currents, and more basically cheaper to replace than post. On the other hand, secreted away in boxes, tubes, trunks, and cartons is an assembly of our living history that filled the first eight years of our life together. Beyond a hand mixer, there are antique Chinese brass horse stirrups we found on a side trip when my aunt and uncle came from Michigan to visit; there are hand blown glass pomegranates we collected in Greece as a New Year's omen, buying out the store and never finding them again on subsequent visits; there is a porcelain stature of an African woman that I continually admired in a shop, which Ron has surprise me with as an anniversary present. These are not just boxes, these are personal archeological treasures waiting to be unearthed again, displayed, loved, and have renewed memories poured upon. With this much attachment, is it no wonder Ron was feeling the responsibility at hand a no win situation? Yea, though I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil, except Ryan's wrath. AMEN to that brother!!

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